#bornbreathless

she only partly feels that brush of sensation. it’s light, a charming thing, how the definition of muscle tenses responsively — and then it’s a thing that stutters and stammers mere moments later when the most incredulously unhinged moan skitters out of her mouth. oh, fuck. it isn’t humiliation that rises swiftly in her cheeks, but a look on her face like she’s silently shocked by the betrayal of her own mouth. she swiftly bites down on her knuckles, feels the edge of a sharp canine smother the puff of a laugh. just a breath, that’s all, around the shape of a fist holding on that startling noise.

“i— uh—“

for once, she’s speechless.

he had decided that char was the best place to go for now . the werewolf clans were becoming a bit too dangerous && with permission from dumbledore , remus had slipped away quietly without anyone too close to fenrir noticing . he FIGURED one or two of them might have seen him but not said anything . he hadn't made many friends in the clans , but there were a few that he was friendly with . but with no house anymore (he had given it up to show his LOYALTY to fenrir) , && unable to go around to molly && arthurs without them hounding him , && grimmauld place completely closed off to him . && it wasn't like he was going to apparate into hogsmede && knock on ... on tonks door . he had called char && asked her if he could CRASH for a few nights .

it also gave him a chance to catch up with her . he felt like he hadn't seen her in a good while (which was true , given that he had been underground for six months) && it would be apt to say that he felt very guilty for .

“... What?” He blinks, looking around. It’s still dark out. Fuck, it's still VERY dark out. He can hear night insects rustling around in the grass outside. Not too far from the mansion, an owl circles its prey. Most of the kids - most of the Institute in general - are fast asleep in bed, a hush of quiet breathing and the odd murmur the confirmation of the fact. This is one of the new students, right? Yeah. Came in with the most recent batch of recruits. Logan wasn’t awake enough to remember her name. It wasn’t important right now. What was important was that he’d heard scuffling around way past the student curfew, gone to check it out, and found… This. 

In his defense, his phone was new, and he was testing out his camera... but doing so in the bathroom, stark naked, in front of a mirror? He doesn't have a good explanation for that, maybe in case he needs it later, as content to share is so scarce when you're on the road.

Well, later is now, and as soon as he realizes he can't unsend that picture, he puts his phone away, trying to ignore the situation until it blows over.

But his curiosity gets the better of him when he hears his phone ring, and when he's rewarded for his lewdness in kind, he's almost certain his heart has skipped a beat.

He should get that checked out.

@bornbreathless.

ah yes. she's right, you know; he barely notices her as one hand types away at the laptop balancing upon the arm of the sofa, spare arm absentmindedly reaching up to better accommodate her as she nestles into his lap. lance definitely doesn't notice her even as that arm comes down to drape over the shoulders of her resting form, squeezing her lightly in reassurance, nor the way his body relaxes with her touch.

@bornbreathless ;; they're creepy and they're kooky (still accepting)

                               CHELSEA PIERS FITNESS IS A VERY MODERN GYM WITH AN EXCELLENT INDOOR POOL. Steve is there every Thursday morning. He can't go on morning runs anymore because of his knee, but swimming is good for his joints, so that's what he does, doing his lengths for about half an hour. The disadvantage of a modern gym is that there's a whole side of the building dedicated to floor-to-ceiling windows. Steve figures that's on purpose, so all the gym bros pumping weights can do so in front of an audience and feel cool about it. The audience today, however, is a whole flock of crows. It kinda looks pretty eerie. Or like a death omen, as one of the men said. 

"Ah, Ch--Char, um...no offense to you, but I..but I really don't think this is a good time."

It's never a good time, though. Not anymore. Martin seems to isolate himself further and further everyday. Whatever Peter Lukas is doing to him, it can't be good (even if Martin is doing this by choice. Anything to keep the Lonely's hands off of Jon). He seems to shrink in on himself, and it takes everything he has to not disappear into nothingness.